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It's 3:34 and I don't need no more You can call it what you want, but I'ma call it dumb Too much liquor known to make you call a nigga And I done had too much Which is givin' me excuses to Make me think I want you when I don't and I know this Know that you would argue, always do me wrong, oh But it made me wanna call you like I'm on one and I want some And I need you to come over (Oh no, ah) Too much Patrón'll have you callin' his phone Have you wantin' some more, have you wantin' some more Too much Patrón'll have you callin' his phone Have you wantin' some more Oh, damn Boy, you know I, I, I love you Oh, with everything you do, eh-eh And I just can't quite understand it But love makes sense of you (Yeah, eh) 'Cause I love you, but I know I wouldn't wanna wait For your heart to finally see me through And I'd love for you, do-do-do Yeah, said I Aus Songtexte Mania